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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Little Monster That Ate The Village

There once
was a little monster that lived in a village in the mountains and didn’t have a
heart. He also didn’t have a name. He never had one and he didn’t know how he
should be called. People used to call him however they liked, Book, Radio,
Shoe, Dog… But the little monster never felt like anything of those names, so
he started eating the people calling him names he didn’t like.

“Hello, Book”, said the baker.
“GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!” the baker was eaten.
And the monster grew.

“Hello, Radio”, said the fisherman.
“GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!” the fisherman was eaten.
And the monster grew more.

“Hello, Shoe”, said the sheep-herder.
“GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!” the sheep-herder was eaten.
And the monster grew more and more.

“Hello, Dog”, said the vicar.
“GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!” vicar was eaten.
And the monster grew even more and more and even more.

After every “Hello” there was always a “GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!” and soon the
monster grew so big that he could see the whole village from above. And then he
realized a terrible thing. There was no one else left in the village but the
monster himself. All the houses were empty and there was no one to call the
monster names he didn’t like. But he was all alone and he still didn’t have a
name. He also still had no heart and that made him sad and he cried a lot.

When he couldn’t cry any more he started a journey to the next village. The
people there didn’t know him at all.

“Hello, miller”, said the monster.
“Hello… Well you look like a ladder. I shall call you Ladder”
“GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!” the miller was eaten.
And the monster grew.

“Hello, lawyer”,
said the monster.
“Hello… Well you look like a radiator. I shall call you Radiator”
“GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!” the lawyer was eaten.
And the monster grew more.

“Hello, fiddler”, said the monster.
“Hello… Well you look like a lamp. I shall call you Lamp”
“GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!” the fiddler was eaten.
And the monster grew even more and more.

“Hello, mayor”, said the monster.
“Hello… Well you look like a chair. I shall call you Chair”
“GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!” the mayor was eaten.
And the monster grew even more and more and even more.

The monster has eaten everyone in the new village as well. He was all alone, he
still didn’t have a name, still had no heart and that made him sad and he cried
again.
This happened to every village he went, until he was too tired and too big, so
big that reached the sky. The sky was different, it was cool and clear. The
monster liked it but he was still too sad.

“Hello”, said the Moon.
“Hello, Moon”, said the little monster that wasn’t little anymore.
“What is your name?”, said the Moon.
“I don’t have one”, said the monster and made some rain because he teared up.
“I shall call you Friend, then”, said the Moon. “Would you like that?”
The monster thought about it a bit and nodded.
“Why are you crying? Aren’t you happy you have a name now?”, said the Moon. It
was a very curious moon.
“I can’t be happy because I don’t have a heart”, said the monster and made more
rain.
“I have two hearts, each for every side of me, but I can work with one as
well”, said the Moon and gave the monster one heart.